It is not common practice for a film reviewer, or film writer, or, not to split hairs, a film critic, to reveal the state of mind he or she was in when seeing a film. Nor to necessarily admit that said

"What did you do out in Hollywood?" Such is the question posed at the very end of this film, by some kind of auteur/mogul/god who has heretofore been inaccessible to director/potential auteur Frederich